Archive-name: daughter

Recently a New York psychologist, known to me only as Dr. L., passed away.
He specialized in cases of sexual deviation, and many of his patients were
pedophiles. He had planned to write a book about the many cases of
pedophilia he had come in contact with over the years. Well, he never
did,
but he did keep a pretty good journal, and some people have been passing
it
around the social circles, keeping it quiet, I guess. I managed to get a
copy of this jornal entry, and I decided to send it off into cyberspace.
It's pretty raunchy, but I figured some people here might like it. If
anyone
knows about this guy whatever his real name is), or how to get their hands
on
the rest of the journal, please do so and post it. I've been assured by a
close friend of both mine and his that this is indeed real, and he really
treated the patients he talks about. None of this is made up, though I
changed the names so I couldn't get in trouble. I also gave it a simple
title.

by Dr. L.

Story 1: The Daughter (Written Oct. 15, 1993)
Phil was a thirty-year-old banker who, upon his last visit to me,
had been
dating his 32-yeend Janet for five years. The last year of the
relationship had been somewhat infested by argument and turmoil in the
relationship, but Phil had stayed with Janet for one reason above all
others:
her 14-year-old daughter, Tara, whose father had died seven years earlier.
He had watched Tara grow "from a chubby, flat-chested 9-year old
to a
dazzling 14-year-old with bright blue eyes, flowing brown hair, long legs,
and a curvaceous body." His attraction to her, and consequent visits to
my
office, began in 1991, when the girl was twelve. It seems he had been at
Janet's house late one night (which was usual because they normally went
to
his house, where they would be alone), watching a movie with her, when
Tara
came walking out from her room in her nightgown. As the young girl made
her
way down the hall, he couldn't keep his eyes from her. He observed that
"she
was developing breasts, and her legs were nice." Before this time, he
claims
never to have had any attraction to the girl, but after then, he saw her
in
the new light of sexuality.
He began inviting Tara on dates with her mother, trying as hard as
possible
to avoid any suspicions from either of them. Janet began to love him all
the
more for accepting her daughter as his own, but the guilt he felt due to
the
knowledge of his real motivations was overwhelming. He loved both of
them.
In time, the problem grew worse. While engaging in intercourse
with Janet,
he began to fantasize about Tara. As he put it: "We'll be fucking and
all,
and I'll close my eyes and picture that it's Tara I'm fucking. That it's
her
little tits I'm sucking. Then I'd come and feel bad about it."
No matter what measures I took, it seemed impossible to cure Phil
of his
obsession with Tara. We tried conditioning, talking it out, and even once
resorted to hypnosis, all with little result. Within a week of beginning
any
form of treatment, all obsession would always return.
In May, 1992, when Tara was thirteen, the situation worsened as
Phil made
his first advance of any kind on the girl, although he still managed to
avoid
any suspicion. Until this time, he had never made any suggestions to her
in
any way. As he put it: "I love her like a daughter, but still I want her.
Her face, her legs, her ass, even those cute little feet of hers - she
drove
me crazy." At this point I should also note that Phil had a substantial
foot
fetish, and many of his fantasies revolved around feet.
Here is Phil's account of what took place:
"I came over to see Janet, all ready to go out that night. When I
got
there, though, Tara answered the door and said her mother wouldn't be home
for like a half hour 'cause she got held up at work. So I think to
myself,
'Classic porn movie set-up' right?
"Well, then I come in and sit on the living room couch, and Tara
goes into
her room to get ready because she's going out with her friends or
something.
Next thing I know, while I'm watching TV, she comes out of her room in the
skimpiest little towel, headed for the bathroom. I made believe I didn't
see
her, but it was so hard not to look. She went into the bathroom, then. I
think, 'Man, if only I could go into that bathroom and see her without her
seeing me.' Then I realized that Janet told me the night before that the
bathroom door lock was broken, and that she needs to get it fixed. So I
start scheming. Man, I was torn. I felt so guilty about thinking it, but
the urge was too much. I waited 'til I heard the shower turn off, then I
heard that lovely voice of hers, singing some song I didn't know. I get
up,
all sweaty just from thinking about her, and go to the bathroom door. I
stood there for a minute, then did it. When I threw the door open, She
was
standing there naked, facing me. I saw everything - her tits, which were
bigger than I realized now, her pussy, with that wet pubic hair all around
it, and her legs and feet. And I saw that shocked look on her face when
she
wrapped the towel around herself. I apologized, making like it was an
accident, then stepped out. I heard her call behind me that it was okay,
it
wasn't my fault, that the door was broken. I felt like I was in heaven,
after seeing that. I plopped right back down on the living room couch and
jerked off. I never came so fast in my life. When she finally came out,
in
that towel again, I apologized, and she seemed embarrassed, but
understood."
Needless to say, Phil began to feel very guilty about what he had
done. At
the same time, he felt like he'd finally gotten away with something. I
told
him that he had to stop, that he was headed down the wrong path, but he
only
said he knew and couldn't help it. Our session ended in argument, and he
missed the next two months' appointments.
He did eventually start seeing me again, probably more out of
habit than
anything else. He was totally unwilling to follow any advice, but who was

to turn away the business? I felt guilty about letting a man like this
stay
loose, but I feared that if I brought his case to higher authorities, not
only would I be violating his trust, I would risk exposure of my own past
experiences, which I certainly did not want. So, like the coward that I
am,
I let the man keep seeing me, just listening to his stories.
Finally, In January 1993, the story came to its climax. In the
months since
the bathroom encounter, Phil had become extremely suggestive towards Tara,
often taking risks such as "accidentally" touching her breasts or kissing
her
neck instead of her cheek. And he had become convinced that she was
returning the suggestions. I was sure it would all come to a very sticky
ending, with me getting caught in the middle of it, but there were certain
factors I didn't realize.
What follows is Phil's account of what happened on the night of
January 13,
1993, four days after Tara' fourteenth birthday:
"I came to the apartment and all, like usual. It was around eight
or so
last Friday night. The three of us were supposed to go to the movies.
When
I knocked, Tara answered the door. My jaw just dropped. If I didn't just
jerk off that day I would have came right there. She was wearing this
night
shirt that just barely got down her thighs. On her feet, nothing. Just
those awesome toes of hers. I knew she had no bra on because her nipples
were showing through the nightie. Her tits are nice now. Not big, but
real
perky and firm. Anyway, she tells me that the movie thing is off, but she
has something to show me. She leads me into the apartment, and I see it's
all dimly lit. I ask her where her mother is, but she doesn't answer. I
just follow behind, watching those beautiful legs and feet of hers. Okay,
she led me into her room, which surprised me. Then she told me to wait a
second and bent down like she was getting something from under her bed. I
watched the night shirt ride up her legs, and suddenly I realized she had
no
panties on. Man, right there was her cute little ass and tight little
cunt.
That was what she wanted to show me. I pulled out my cock and started
moving
forward. She couldn't have been more suggestive. Then I shoved it right
into her pussy. Bang, just like that. She lost her virginity to me. She
lets out this gasp, and I thought maybe I did the wrong thing, but she
says
to keep going and pulls the night shirt off. So now I've got my
girlfriend's
daughter bent over the bed, and I'm fucking away at her, confessing every
dirty feeling I ever had for her. Man, her cunt was tight and moist.
Then
she sits down on the bed and starts jerking me off, then starts blowing
me.
I'm wondering how she knows how to do all this, because I know she's never
done it. So I start fingering her while she blows me, and somehow we get
into a 69 position. I'm in heaven because I'm eating out her 14-year-old
cunt while she sucks my dick - and does a really good job, too. Then I
start
fucking her again, sucking those tits of hers.
"I think to ask where her mom is again, for some reason, and
suddenly my
dick goes limp. Right there in the dark corner I can see Janet. I think,
'well, that's it. I'm dead," but then I see that she's naked - and she's
fingering her pussy. Tara looks at me with those dazzling blue eyes and
tells me to keep going, it's okay. As I fuck her, Janet comes over and
kneels with one leg on each side of Tara's head. I couldn't believe it.
Tara started eating out her own mother. I was so worried about my
feelings
for Tara, but Janet's were even weirder. She had an incestuous lesbian
desire for her daughter. I sat back in disbelief, and Janet took the
opportunity to lean over and begin eating out Tara's pussy. Right in
front
of me, mother and daughter engaged in wild and passionate lesbian sex. I
go
and put my dick to Janet's face, and she takes it and puts it into her
daughter's pussy. I fuck Tara while Janet licks her clit, 'til finally I
come all over both of them. Then they went at it for a while themselves."
Naturally, I doubted the truthfulness of Phil's story. It sounded
like a
very bizarre fantasy - one which never could really have happened. But
any
doubts I had were destroyed a few days later, when he brought the others
in
to meet me. I couldn't believe that the beautiful, sweet, innocent
looking
girl in front of me had done the things she'd done. To hear such a girl
talk
of her fondness for the newfound taste of semen - I'd call it sick, but
who
am I to speak, after what I've done.
Phil and Janet ended up getting married that April, and the three
of them
moved to a very secluded abode in Pennsylvania, where no one can disturb
them
in their bizarre sexual practices. Last week, I got a letter that all is
going well, and that the three of them are all very happy now.